Father?”
Carwyn took a deep breath and frowned. “I’m not sure yet. Something... maybe long overdue. I’ll let you know. It’s nothing to be concerned about.” He walked over and placed a hand on Giovanni’s shoulder before he grinned and kicked the ball out from under his foot. “If there’s something to worry about, I’ll tell you. Now, go shag your wife like you were planning before I interrupted you with my arrival.”
“Fine.” He turned toward the door. “You’ll let me know?”
“Of course I will. Go away.”
He walked through the door, calling back, “You’re room is ready for you when you get tired. Don’t damage any of Angela’s plants.”
“Go away!”
When Giovanni walked through his bedroom door, he was greeted by the sight of his wife, naked, sitting in a chair and draped over the cello he kept in the closet of the Rome house.
“You’ve never played this one for me.”
He fastened the series of locks on the door and walked toward her slowly. “No?”
“Nope.” She looked up with hooded eyes. “You should. It would be...” He took a finger, running it down her spine as she curled over the body of the instrument.
“What would it be?”
He heard her heart begin to pulse. “Relaxing.”
“Do you need to be relaxed?” He knelt beside her, placing soft kisses along her side. Her shoulder, the crook of her arm. Her hip. Her knee. His fingers trailed up from her ankle.
“Maybe,” she gasped. “But not just yet.”
His hand gripped her knee as he pulled the instrument from her, propping it against the wall before he lifted her and sat in the chair, letting her naked body straddle him as he sat fully clothed.
“I love you,” she said as his mouth began exploring her skin. He rubbed his lips along the rise of her breasts and let his fangs scrape her delicate collarbones. His fingers trailed down her spine, over her hips and down her thighs.
She gripped his hair hard, but Giovanni remained silent, watching her in the low light as his fingers slowly brought her to release. She gasped his name into the silence of their bedroom before he bent his head and let his fangs pierce her skin, just above the delicate scars on her breast.
“More.” She panted as her back arched and he drew harder on the small wound.
More? It would never be enough.
He did play for her, hours later as the sun rose in the sky and Beatrice drifted in a haze, awake, but sated and quiet. He could feel her energy level out to a hum that told him she was meditating in the way that allowed her mind to rest, even if her body could not.
Giovanni did not envy her waking days. Even though his recent dreams had plagued him, he still took comfort in the sweet oblivion that rest brought. Though he needed less now that they shared blood, he fervently hoped that sleep would never abandon him completely.
The next evening, Beatrice and Giovanni, Matt and Dez, Carwyn, Ben, and even Angela gathered in the large kitchen of the house. Ben had slept until past noon before wandering out of the house with Dez as they explored the neighborhood and ate copious amounts of gelato. Angela was feeding them another full dinner. Giovanni smiled as he watched her enjoy the humans in the house with normal appetites.
“I can’t believe how much I’m eating,” Dez said, as she shoveled more pasta in her mouth.
“Neither can I.” Beatrice stared at her in amazement.
“Hey.” Dez glared. “I’m growing a human here. What’s your superpower?”
“Speed. Strength. Night vision. Lightning fast reflexes. Water manipulation—”
“Okay, stupid question.”
Ben piped up, “Don’t forget allergy to electronics and sunlight.”
Carwyn looked amused. “How have you managed to remain unbitten, boy?”
“It’s been close a couple times with Tenzin.”
Giovanni examined Dez, knowing that Beatrice worried about her friend. He knew she had been experiencing some morning sickness. “Dez, how are you? Did Angela
Carwyn took a deep breath and frowned. “I’m not sure yet. Something... maybe long overdue. I’ll let you know. It’s nothing to be concerned about.” He walked over and placed a hand on Giovanni’s shoulder before he grinned and kicked the ball out from under his foot. “If there’s something to worry about, I’ll tell you. Now, go shag your wife like you were planning before I interrupted you with my arrival.”
“Fine.” He turned toward the door. “You’ll let me know?”
“Of course I will. Go away.”
He walked through the door, calling back, “You’re room is ready for you when you get tired. Don’t damage any of Angela’s plants.”
“Go away!”
When Giovanni walked through his bedroom door, he was greeted by the sight of his wife, naked, sitting in a chair and draped over the cello he kept in the closet of the Rome house.
“You’ve never played this one for me.”
He fastened the series of locks on the door and walked toward her slowly. “No?”
“Nope.” She looked up with hooded eyes. “You should. It would be...” He took a finger, running it down her spine as she curled over the body of the instrument.
“What would it be?”
He heard her heart begin to pulse. “Relaxing.”
“Do you need to be relaxed?” He knelt beside her, placing soft kisses along her side. Her shoulder, the crook of her arm. Her hip. Her knee. His fingers trailed up from her ankle.
“Maybe,” she gasped. “But not just yet.”
His hand gripped her knee as he pulled the instrument from her, propping it against the wall before he lifted her and sat in the chair, letting her naked body straddle him as he sat fully clothed.
“I love you,” she said as his mouth began exploring her skin. He rubbed his lips along the rise of her breasts and let his fangs scrape her delicate collarbones. His fingers trailed down her spine, over her hips and down her thighs.
She gripped his hair hard, but Giovanni remained silent, watching her in the low light as his fingers slowly brought her to release. She gasped his name into the silence of their bedroom before he bent his head and let his fangs pierce her skin, just above the delicate scars on her breast.
“More.” She panted as her back arched and he drew harder on the small wound.
More? It would never be enough.
He did play for her, hours later as the sun rose in the sky and Beatrice drifted in a haze, awake, but sated and quiet. He could feel her energy level out to a hum that told him she was meditating in the way that allowed her mind to rest, even if her body could not.
Giovanni did not envy her waking days. Even though his recent dreams had plagued him, he still took comfort in the sweet oblivion that rest brought. Though he needed less now that they shared blood, he fervently hoped that sleep would never abandon him completely.
The next evening, Beatrice and Giovanni, Matt and Dez, Carwyn, Ben, and even Angela gathered in the large kitchen of the house. Ben had slept until past noon before wandering out of the house with Dez as they explored the neighborhood and ate copious amounts of gelato. Angela was feeding them another full dinner. Giovanni smiled as he watched her enjoy the humans in the house with normal appetites.
“I can’t believe how much I’m eating,” Dez said, as she shoveled more pasta in her mouth.
“Neither can I.” Beatrice stared at her in amazement.
“Hey.” Dez glared. “I’m growing a human here. What’s your superpower?”
“Speed. Strength. Night vision. Lightning fast reflexes. Water manipulation—”
“Okay, stupid question.”
Ben piped up, “Don’t forget allergy to electronics and sunlight.”
Carwyn looked amused. “How have you managed to remain unbitten, boy?”
“It’s been close a couple times with Tenzin.”
Giovanni examined Dez, knowing that Beatrice worried about her friend. He knew she had been experiencing some morning sickness. “Dez, how are you? Did Angela
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